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The Wanted.



And I want to fall in love.
And I want to fall in love with you.
And I want to fall in love with you again.
And I want to fall in love with the things we used to say.

Maybe it's because I thought about you today.
Maybe it's because I thought about you the other day.
Maybe it's because ..........
Ah! What am I saying?

I know,
This is me telling you I'm happier and living better,
Now that we are over a zillion yards away,
But still trying to say I miss you from within a trillion yards.
A long shot, I got a long way to go.
It's boring somewhat, not having you here or in my life,
But I'm fully entertained.
You are no good for my health.

Maybe I don't need good,
Good keeps me happy, 
Bad makes me hyper.
Like cocaine, 
You're bad for me but can't function without it.
Sometimes bad isn't always ugly,
And good isn't always beautiful.
Beauty could come from ugly .

My topmost form of happiness is knowing you're happy,
But your happiness lies with some other being,
And I'm happy you're happy.
My topmost form of happiness is when my happiness lays with your happiness,
And your happiness finds comfort in my happiness,
Wonders away to an unknown land.
Knowing this, 
Surely would make me happiest.

And I want to fall in love.
And I want to fall in love with someone else but with the same character, attitude and qualities as you.

And I want to fall in love with someone like you again.

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